Since turning in my final manuscript for my poetry book back in July, I’ve started three new projects. I know — maybe it’s a bit much, but right now I have a lot of time available for writing. Pandemics suck, but I am taking advantage of it and writing my butt off.
The first project I’m working on is a book of essays on being an atheist with a mental illness. This book is very personal and I get painfully honest, but I feel that what I say needs to be heard.
The second project is a book on secular parenting that is a collection of letters to my daughter. The letters are meant for my daughter to read as a young adult and include stories of what she’s doing now as well as lessons I want her to learn from a godless childhood.
And finally my newest project — a chapbook of erotic poems. I wrote a few poems about sex for my poetry book that’s about to be published and I had a lot of fun with it. The chapbook contains a little fantasy as well as real-life stories about my husband and me. (He’s surprisingly cool with this project. In fact, he’s cheering me on.)
I tend to take on a lot, but I know I don’t have to be in a rush to finish everything. The best part — I’m having a lot of fun!